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I learned a lot Where nobody was looking. Notes in the margin, lines I never read out loud, Most of my growing never happened in a crowd. I was fixing small things, I was learning my pace, Making room in my head, learning when not to say. Some days felt empty, some nights too long, But the quiet kept teaching me what was wrong. I didn’t change fast, I didn’t change clean, I changed in pieces, in-between. It wasn’t loud, But it was honest. The margins matter more Than the headline ever did. What I did when no one saw Is who I actually am. If the spotlight never comes, I’m still good where I’ve been— The margins matter more. I stopped chasing proof, started trusting time, Letting meaning grow instead of forcing signs. Some lessons don’t shout, they wait their turn, They sit in your chest till you finally learn. I don’t need to frame it, I don’t need applause, I know what it took, I know what it cost. If it never gets loud, I won’t feel ignored— I’ve been listening close to the margins more. The margins matter more Than the headline ever did. What I did when no one saw Is who I actually am. If the spotlight never comes, I’m still good where I’ve been— The margins matter more. I didn’t disappear. I just stayed small on purpose. The margins matter more, That’s where I learned to stand. Not the version people clapped for, The one that held my hand. If I never say another word, I still know what I’m worth— The margins matter more. That part stays with me.
Lyrics
I learned a lot Where nobody was looking. Notes in the margin, lines I never read out loud, Most of my growing never happened in a crowd. I was fixing small things, I was learning my pace, Making room in my head, learning when not to say. Some days felt empty, some nights too long, But the quiet kept teaching me what was wrong. I didn’t change fast, I didn’t change clean, I changed in pieces, in-between. It wasn’t loud, But it was honest. The margins matter more Than the headline ever did. What I did when no one saw Is who I actually am. If the spotlight never comes, I’m still good where I’ve been— The margins matter more. I stopped chasing proof, started trusting time, Letting meaning grow instead of forcing signs. Some lessons don’t shout, they wait their turn, They sit in your chest till you finally learn. I don’t need to frame it, I don’t need applause, I know what it took, I know what it cost. If it never gets loud, I won’t feel ignored— I’ve been listening close to the margins more. The margins matter more Than the headline ever did. What I did when no one saw Is who I actually am. If the spotlight never comes, I’m still good where I’ve been— The margins matter more. I didn’t disappear. I just stayed small on purpose. The margins matter more, That’s where I learned to stand. Not the version people clapped for, The one that held my hand. If I never say another word, I still know what I’m worth— The margins matter more. That part stays with me.
